The beauty is in my arms, the young marshal's eyes are red at night

In a blink of an eye, it was the 90th birthday party for the old man of the Tang family.

Song Peiwen would definitely go to such an occasion.

He gave Mr. Tang enough face to go to the birthday banquet with his four children. He also wanted to see for himself how the Tang family would perform this scene.

Before going out, Song Huiyi said to them: "I have a plan in mind. Father and brothers might as well watch the show."

"My daughter is becoming more and more powerful." Song Peiwen praised her.

Song Huiyi took Wan Die with him.

The six of them went in two cars.

Nowadays, for those who have some money, every household is basically a small western-style house with different styles.

However, the Tang family did not keep up with the trends of the new era and still retained the style of the old mansion.

The old man, Tang Xiwen, was an upright man with old-fashioned ideas. Even if the children of the Tang family got married, they would not live in separate families, they would all live together.

"It's so lively." Song Huiyi sighed, "I don't know if the excitement was specially prepared for Mr. Tang's 90th birthday, or if it was prepared for me."

There is no doubt that the Tang family has ulterior motives.

Then he asked Wan Die who was following him, "Are everything ready?"

Wan Die nodded.

Song Peiwen took several children to find Mr. Tang.

Song Huiyi observed him silently.

Mr. Tang is 90 years old this year and his body is still strong. He sat in the upper seat, but instead of leaning on the back of the chair, he sat upright.

With both hands on the crutches, he was unsmiling and full of energy.

At first glance, you can tell that he was a very strong character even when he was young.

Someone was talking to him next to him.

Some people saw Song Peiwen coming and stopped to greet him: "Boss Song is here."

They stood up spontaneously and left a place for Song Peiwen.

Compared to Boss Song, Song Peiwen prefers others to call him Mr. Song.

But outside, people who are not familiar with him still call him Boss Song, and he won't say anything.

"The old man is still so energetic!"

Song Peiwen stepped forward and shook hands with Mr. Tang, "Today is your birthday. I wish you a happy smile and a happy family forever. May your life be as long as the sky and your happiness as deep as the ocean!"

Mr. Tang, who was serious about his words, also laughed when he saw Song Peiwen.

"If Mr. Song can come, the humble house will be full of glory!"

Tang Xiwen smiled helplessly and said, "As I get older, I don't like to hold birthday banquets. Isn't this just a moment to tell me that this old man has survived for another year?"

He joked to himself.

Then he glanced at the children beside him.

His eyes fell on Song Huiyi, his eyes full of love, "Is this your daughter? The little girl is so pretty, just like her mother!"

He met Song Huiyi's mother.

"Hello, Mrs. Tang."

Song Huiyi smiled obediently and gave him the birthday gift he had prepared, "I wish you a life as long as the Nanshan Mountains, and that you will never grow old or collapse. Like the luxuriant pines and cypresses, I wish you the best."

"Okay, okay!" Mr. Tang said several good words in a row.

Song Mingli and the others also sent blessings.

There were many guests today. They gave birthday gifts and briefly chatted with them. The servant took them to sit down first.

These juniors did not sit with Song Peiwen.

As soon as Song Huiyi sat down, Mrs. Jiang brought Li Yao and Ban Ban over to greet her.

"Mrs. Jiang." Song Huiyi stood up.

Ban Ban saw her beaming with joy and hugged her waist affectionately: "Sister Song! Sister Song is so beautiful today!"

"This kid!" Li Yao pretended to be angry and tugged on his ears, "He is closer to you than me!"

"Call me Sister Song, who is also my younger brother."

Song Huiyi smiled and touched Bamban's head, praising him softly, "Banban looks very good today too."

Ban Ban blushed.

He also dressed up specially today.

His hair was combed back, and he was wearing a white shirt and brown overalls. He took out the pocket watch that he usually kept in his clothes. The pocket watch was golden, like a rich young man.

Song Huiyi helped him arrange his clothes and quietly touched the pocket watch around his neck.

She chatted with Mrs. Jiang: "How is the flour mill?"

"The workers were passive and slow at work. Seeing that I took over, they felt a little more at ease and have returned to normal."

Mrs. Jiang held her hand and smiled, "I haven't worked hard for a long time, and I'm a little uncomfortable with being busy now. It's strange to say that I'm not busy, but I feel empty in my heart!"

"It's better to be busy."

Mrs. Jiang said yes.

Their seats were not here. A servant came to lead the way, so Mrs. Jiang took them away first.

Li Yao looked at her and hesitated several times.

Song Huiyi nodded to her without leaving a trace, and then she calmed down and left with peace of mind.

The birthday party has begun.

The Tang family still continues the old custom of giving birthday gifts to guests in advance, but birthday gifts to children and grandchildren must be given before the banquet begins.

In front of all the guests.

The Tang family has four generations under one roof, many children, and the scene is very lively.

Starting from his eldest son, birthday gifts are given in sequence.

Song Huiyi watched the whole process lazily. It wasn't until the grandchildren came, and his youngest grandson came forward to kneel down that she sat upright.

The show is on.

Song Huiyi looked at what he was holding and thought: "They really picked the Tang and Song Dynasties!"

Tang Song is the child of the old man's third son Tang Chun. He is the youngest among the grandchildren and is 25 years old this year.

Tang Chun had two daughters. Tang and Song were his sons when he was old, and they loved him very much, making him somewhat arrogant.

He placed the birthday gift on a tray.

"Grandpa, this is the gold pocket watch that my grandson bought especially for you! May your Yaochi fruit be ripe for three thousand years, and your sea house be ninety years old!" Tang and Song said loudly, holding up the tray.

"Good boy, get up." Mr. Tang said with a cheerful smile.

The steward next to Mr. Tang took the tray and handed him the pocket watch.

The old man would look at every gift a few times to give his descendants face.

When others didn't react, Li Yao turned pale.

She was nervous all the time, so she noticed with sharp eyes that the gold pocket watch given by Tang Song, the grandson of the Tang family, was exactly the same style as the pocket watch on Bam Ban!

She subconsciously wanted to stuff Bamban's pocket watch inside her clothes.

As soon as he raised his hand, the wife next to him whispered: "Hey, Mrs. Jiang, is this watch the same as the pocket watch your son is wearing?"

"Ah?" Mrs. Jiang hasn't reacted yet.

She glanced at the pocket watch in Mr. Tang's hand, then at the pocket watch on Bamban's chest, and responded vaguely, "It seems a bit similar."

"It's exactly the same!" the lady next to me affirmed.

The wife of Tang and Song Dynasties was sitting at the same table with them and also heard this.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Jiang, can you lend me your pocket watch?" Bai Fengyi, the wife of Tang and Song Dynasties, suddenly said.

Mrs. Jiang nodded: "Of course you can."

"Mother..." Li Yao wanted to stop her.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, she was afraid that she would get dirty and miss Sister Song's business if she opened her mouth for no reason, so she kept her mouth shut and let her mother take off the pocket watch.

She was still worried.

Bai Fengyi took the pocket watch and looked at it carefully, her expression suddenly changed.

"It's really the same!"

She subconsciously exclaimed, unable to believe her eyes, "But this pocket watch is a foreign thing from Germany. I heard from the boss that the style is unique... How could it be?"

Small Theater on November 10th:

Mr. Tang: I’m 90 years old, and neither of them gives me any peace of mind!

Song Huiyi: Seconded... Can you still allow me to attend a banquet?